Foreplay

“Has a Marilyn Manson song ever got you going,” Gerard asked in between slight chuckles as he unlocked the door to his studio apartment. “That’s one of my vices.”

“I’ll be sure to make a note of that. But I am pretty sure that’s one of most people’s vices, considering almost all of his music has the perfect rhythm to hump to,” Frank chuckled as he followed Gerard in and they began shedding their coats. Gerard kicked his shoes off and sauntered over to the movie cabinet. “What are we watching tonight?” After thumbing through his movies for a good ten minutes Gerard held out a couple options. Frank pointed to Underworld before plopping down on the bed, staring after Gerard as he went to put the movie in the player.

“All this talk of Marilyn Manson made you want to watch vampires?”

“You are the one that made Underworld an option in the first place so don’t put this all on me! To answer your question though, hell yes, vampires are sexy as fuck. Kate Beckinsale sure makes a hot one.”

“I take it you like biting and hickeys then,” Gerard inquired as he joined Frank on the bed. “Hello?” Frank was starring at a spot on the wall unresponsive. Gerard scooted closer and looked the other man over for a second before speaking again, “Frank?” He nudged his partner playfully in the ribs as he moved his face closer.

“What? Who? Where?”

“I am going to take that as a yes,” Gerard concluded as he kissed Frank’s cheek and looked back to the screen. Frank’s cheeks flushed and his face became uncontrollably hot as he looked away across the room. “Or is more so that you think adding some blood to sex would be hot?” With that Frank started fake scratching at his head to cover his face with his hand. Hurriedly Gerard skipped through all the previews and hit play before dropping the remote on the floor and looking back at Frank who was staring into space again. “Easily distracted?”

“Hmmm? I mean, uh, maybe.”

“Hmmm,” Gerard thought for a moment, “Maybe I can help you focus.” He moved his hand to caress Frank’s cheek before leaning in for a placid kiss. Frank hummed quietly and happily into the kiss, following Gerard’s lips, not wanting the kiss to end. Finally Gerard pulled too far away and the kiss ended, briefly, until Gerard leaned back in, snaking his fingers into Frank’s hair, holding him closer. “Better,” Gerard giggled as he pulled away from Frank, studying him for a split second.

“Not so much.” Frank gently pushed Gerard onto his back and moved on top of him. Their lips met again, tenderly at first and Frank’s hands wandered down Gerard’s sides to the hem of his shirt. Letting them dwell there for a moment Frank played with hem before tugging the shirt upward in a feeble attempt to disrobe Gerard. He tried several more times before stopping to glower at his partner, “Are you being difficult on purpose?”

“Possibly.” A smirk made its way across his face as he looked back at Frank, challenging him. “From what I’ve heard earlier tonight I think ‘difficult’ could be fun.” With that Gerard grabbed Frank’s shirt and yanked it up and over his head.

“Now this isn’t fair at all.”

“Life isn’t fair,” Gerard sniggered back as he reached to undo Frank’s pants. “I know you have it in you, Frankie. Somewhere in there is a longing for a little bit of kink.”

“You think so?” Gerard nodded and the pants were undone and waiting to be discarded as Gerard let his hands wonder up Frank’s sides and across his chest. Swiftly Frank grabbed Gerard’s hands and placed them above his head. “You think I have this longing for just a bit of kinky stuff?”

“Yes, I just need to get you worked up.” Gerard pelvic thrusted upward, testing the waters a little more. Frank let out a sigh and released Gerard’s wrists for a split second and Gerard dug his nails into Frank’s back, dragging them down. “What’s wrong?”

“You can be such a bitch sometimes.”

“Oh but you love it, sweetie,” Gerard whispered as he ran his finger tips up and down Frank’s sides. Hastily Frank grabbed Gerard by the wrists again and placed them up by the headboard. “Is my plot working?”

“Sure it is,” Frank evilly chuckled as he looked down at his companion, “Think what you want. But I don’t know if you’ve thought your plan through entirely.”

“Why do you say that?”

“I don’t just say it, sweetie. I know it,” Frank sneered as he took one hand and reach into his back pocket. Slowly he leaned down next to Gerard’s neck and placed a gentle kiss, which was followed by a couple clicking sounds. When Gerard went to move his hands to Frank’s hips he noticed that wasn’t going to be able to happen. “I’m always prepared sugar.” Gradually Frank slid his hands under Gerard’s shirt, taking his time, memorizing every inch of skin. “So what are you going to do now Mr. Way? Have any witty come backs? Any more teasing jargon?”

“Of course.” Gerard stared long and hard at Frank as he pondered his next move, feeling like this sex-scapade had just turned into a twisted game of chess.

“Well then, let’s hear it.”

“I think rope would have been a better choice.” Frank stared at Gerard, merely blinking, for a moment before he realized Gerard was trying to do something with the cuffs. In a flash Frank leapt forward and shoed Gerard’s fingers from the easy releases. “Couldn’t get a hold of police issue?”

“I had some, until I lost the key and my lover and I had to figure out how to get his naked ass freed.” Frank lightly ran his finger nails up and down Gerard’s torso as he thought. “Do you expect me to carry rope with me just to please you?”

“No, but you could ask where I keep mine.” Sheer bewilderment painted itself across Frank’s face as he began to glance around the small apartment. “I’m always prepared. If you would be so kind as to check under the skin for me since I seem to be detained at the moment.” Fluently Frank rose from atop Gerard and headed to the cabinet under the sink. Once he had found the rope he grabbed it and returned with an eyebrow raised. “I keep it there because no one would assume that’s what it’s for. Furthermore, if they ask I tell them I used it while moving. Now then, you come here,” Gerard said, as he let the cuffs fall behind the bed, grabbing Frank by his belt loops and pulling him back on top. “I don’t suppose you know what you are doing?”

“You under estimate me, sir.” With that said Frank moved to straddle Gerard, putting his knees directly under Gerard’s armpits and leaning over him. After less than a minute, possibly less than half a minute, Gerard was restrained once more. “Well there you go. Happy?” Gerard tugged for a moment before looking back at Frank and smiling. “The internet works wonders on lonely nights,” Frank muttered quickly before he started laughing.

“So you think you have the upper hand now?” Carefully Frank scooted back down to the correct position just as Gerard raised his knee to caress Frank’s inner thigh. The men stared at each other for a long moment before Frank reached into one of his pockets to retrieve something else. “What do you have now? Cause the cuffs worked out so well.”

“Shut the hell up,” Frank growled as he flipped the blade of his knife out in one fluent motion. “Hope you don’t care about this shirt.” In a matter of moments the knife had made short work of the shirt. “Want not, waste not,” Frank grinned as he put the knife back into his pocket before taking the shirt and rolling it over a couple of times. He then seized Gerard by the hair, pulling his head up off the bed, and by the time he let go Gerard was blindfolded, moving his head around aimlessly trying to see if he could make anything out through the cloth. “Now then, how is your plot doing? Is this everything you’ve hoped for so far,” Frank whispered hotly into Gerard’s ear before nibbling and licking his way down to his collar bone. When he looked back up Gerard was attempting to look down at him, or where he thought he was. “You’re so damn cute when you’re helpless.”

Gerard went to say something only to have Frank’s hand close in around his throat. “It’s better if you just shut up. No need to ruin the moment with your oh so clever comments.” Applying slight pressure with his thumb and index finger to the soft areas just under Gerard’s jaw bone he leaned in for a kiss. When he pulled away he couldn’t help but notice the disappointment on Gerard’s face. “What’s wrong? Don’t like not calling the shots.” Frank released Gerard’s neck and started nipping randomly as he thought out his next scheme. Suddenly he bit down on the spot where the neck meets the shoulder and started sucking slowly as he pressed his body down on Gerard’s, making his breath catch in his throat. Frank grinned into Gerard’s neck as he moved from his original spot and straight for the jugular. Quietly Gerard let out a moan, not that he was going to admit it when they were finished, and Frank drank in the moment.

Anticipation and excitement built as Frank continued to leave haphazard hickeys all over Gerard’s body. By this time Gerard was stripped completely, still had his wrists restrained and still blindfolded, as Frank stopped for a moment. Gerard tossed his head back and forth as if he were in fact searching for him. Abruptly there was a click sound that shattered the silence in the room and halted Gerard’s breathing for a second. Sharply air raced back into Gerard’s lungs as freezing metal drug along his skin. It journeyed from his thighs up to his stomach and up to his collar bones and around his neck. Gerard tried to keep his breathing in check but it was useless as the blade finally made its way back down to his chest. Momentarily the knife left leaving Gerard rather confused and he became ever more confused at the sounds of a lighter. Was Frank smoking? What the fuck?

All at once Gerard felt a sensation he thought he had known well but there was a new twist on it this time. A searing hot blade touched back down on his chest and made its way ever so delicately down to his stomach. Gerard let out a strange mixture of a moan and whimper that was like music to Frank’s ears. Skillfully Frank continued leaving faint trails on Gerard’s torso and minuscule beads of blood crept their way out. For a while Frank only watched and admired the fact that he hadn’t pressed too hard, possibly not hard enough, but not too hard. He had been worried about this since he had just sharpened the blade earlier that day. Hastily he made a couple more, deeper, cuts and waited for the blood to surface before running his finger tips up Gerard’s sides and leaning down to clean up the mess he had made.

Fleetingly Frank heated the knife up just a little so he could capture just one more sound from Gerard’s lips. He grabbed Gerard’s hair and pulled, to keep him still enough, as he brought the blade down to kiss Gerard’s neck faintly. There was a noise resembling half of a yelp and whimper the escaped Gerard’s lips as the rest of him tensed up then trembled. Carefully Frank withdrew the knife from Gerard’s neck and placed it on the floor next to the bed before looking back at the man beneath him. “P-please?”

“Hmmm?” Frank deftly grabbed Gerard’s face just above the marks he had left. “What’s wrong,” he snarled as he brought his ear closer to Gerard’s mouth to hear him better.

“P-please? J-just fuck me.”

Notes

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Sorry I don't write actual smut. *shrug*